[Sirius and Remus glaring at each other]
James: Do you smell that?
Peter: *sniffs* What?
James: *points at Sirius and Remus* The scent of sexual tension in the air.
i honestly don’t think authors grasp the effect dark haired, morally grey characters have on their readers. like i mean they can literally kill a man and most of us will still be here like
Sirius: *gazing with adoration at Remus*
James: mate, you are SO in love with Moony
Sirius: wUT n0!!! hE’s LiKe a bRoTHeR tO mE
Regulus: friendly reminder that IM your brother and if you looked at ME like that…well let’s just say there’s already enough incest in this family
Here’s a fun fact about me: I work in a hospital emergency department. Some shifts, I hit a point where we’re short-staffed, there are sixty people in triage, ambulances are calling in every 2.5 minutes, everybody has COVID and/or bedbugs, and I’m running on adrenaline, half a protein bar, and a metric fuckton of cold black coffee. I realize it’s not going to get better, so I embrace it. I lean into the shitshow, and it’s almost like ascending to a higher state of consciousness.
It’s a point where, someone could literally take a shit on my shoes while naked and screaming obscenities (this has happened), and I’m just like, IS THAT ALL YOU GOT? BRING IT ON! When I hit that point, I am fucking invincible.
That’s where I’m at with SJM books, and… ACOSF almost broke me anyway.
I might be done after this one. Either way, I’m going to have to take a long, hard look at every life choice that brought me to the last two days I spent reading this book.
Hold on tight, everyone, because this book is a dumpster fire of such epic proportions, I wouldn’t use its pages to wipe my ass. This is a very long recap, and I had to cut a LOT just so it wouldn’t be a novel by itself. CW for a truly astonishing amount of slut-shaming, piss-poor treatment of mental health and addiction issues, and multiple graphically detailed sexual assaults.
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I NEED SOMEONE TO MAKE THE GRISHAVERSE CHARACTERS IN DESI STYLE:
Zoyalai in traditional Indian clothes (Zoya in a royal blue lehenga with a golden dupatta and Nikolai in a black kurta with sleeves rolled up and top button open)
All grishaverse women wearing lehengas/sarees
Inej in a wine coloured lehenga
Kaz and Inej having and Indian style wedding with Kaz in a sherwani
Wesper in sherwanis
The crows celebrating diwali in their pretty clothes with diyas and lights
Zoyalai wedding Indian style
DESI MALINA
SOMEONE DRAW THESE FOR ME I AM BEGGING YOU 🥺🥺🥺
"Dear Diary: The witch is trying to get me again. But she can't trick me, i'm not like those other girl and boys that fall under her charms , i'm diferent,i don't care about her shiny jade eyes, her flowing chocolate mane or how yummy she smells. Nope, i don't think about that at all.
Ugh, Kaz is such a bitch, just because he has money, i wish he fell off this boat and everyone acts like he is smart but i bet he is an idiot and the demon incarnated. All of them are horrible and i hate them.
Ps: Jesper you better not be reading this . Go fck that nerd and gtfo of my things
Dear Diary: I love ❤💞Nina😍 so much, i can't believe a girl like her noticed me.I have a piece of her hair to keep it with me forever.When we get to Fjerda we'll have a house with a garden,six children and four wolves. Inej will be the goodmother of ALL our children.
Btw,for now i have to endure the flirting between those two gay bitches (good for them,good for them)ishipthem
Oh and Kaz is still the worst.
Desi kids don't do drugs, they take a spoonful of horlicks and shove it in their mouths
Favourite books- The Cruel Prince by Holly Black
“What could I become if I stopped worrying about death, about pain, about anything? If I stopped trying to belong? Instead of being afraid, I could become something to fear.” ― Jude Duarte, Holly Black, The Cruel Prince
Suddenly someone's hands covered my eyes and pulled my head back. I tried to pull their hands away but it wouldn't work so I covered their hands with mine. Their fingers were long and thin, and their hands were slightly cold.
"Who is it?" I asked.
Not too long after, I felt a feather light kiss on my forehead followed by a quiet whisper in my ear. "Guess who?"
A smile spread across my face as I recognised his voice. I rose up a little and gave him a quick kiss, smiling like an idiot when his hands were removed from my face.
"Hi." I whispered.
"Hi." He responded.